On October 25th of this year, I thought, “Two days until the anniversary of Dave’s death.”
On October 26th of this year, I thought, “One day until the anniversary of Dave’s death.”
On October 27th of this year, the actual day of his death, I had totally forgotten about it. Didn’t think about it for a second. Nor the next day.
Yesterday, on October 29th, the one year anniversary of the day I blogged about his death, I realized I’d missed it.
Then again … I don’t remember the date my father died, and I only remember my mother’s date because I tried to schedule her yearly Memorial Lobster Slaughter party as close to that date as I could.
Dates are so soon forgotten, and people just a few decades later.
4 responses to “Death Anniversary”
Bleak, much? But true. So, carpe diem, memento mori, all that.
(Spellcheck wanted carp died, memento Moro. Fair)
Big Dot – Well yes, bleak. If it had been memento moron, then less bleak.
I never remember the dates my family members or dear friends have died. Or how long they’ve been gone. I always remember their birthday, but you will NEVER catch me wishing them a ”Happy Heavenly Birthday’.They are DEAD and therefore not having birthdays in heaven or elsewhere.
Kristie -I’ve never heard of a happy heavenly birthday, thank God. What gets me are the Facebook posts saying “[celebrity name] would have been 100 years old today. Happy birthday!”